Late one afternoon two weeks ago, a huge truck stopped on the road in front of our property and off-loaded this beautiful piece of equipment:
The next day, the operator, Michael, showed up at 7:00 am and began clearing the trees and brush for our lane.
It was fun watching the process of pushing over dead trees, digging around the base of live ones, then pushing them over, and using the teeth of the bucket to uproot brushy undergrowth. The goal is to remove as few live, healthy trees as possible.
Once the trees are on the ground, Michael uses the bucket to move them around, sorting them into piles of good logs that will be taken away and cut into lumber and firewood and rotten or otherwise useless wood and brush that will be burned.
Most of the trees are very, very tall and a good number of them are 20-40 inches across (I don't remember how to figure out how big around that is!) The root balls on some are significantly taller than we are.
I'm no tree expert, but I'm guessing this is an example of good wood that will be made into lumber:
I'm also guessing that this log with a rotten center will probably only be good for firewood:
And this tree, circled over and over along nearly its entire length by woodpecker holes will probably be pushed into the burn pile.
It was fun to walk the beginnings of the lane in to our house! I'm glad Glenn got to see at least some progress before he had to go home to San Diego.
The day after that, it rained! And rained, and rained some more.
I think it is ironic that I've moved from a place that is dying for rain where I savored every rainy day, to a place where it won't stop raining and the sound of raindrops on the roof makes me want to cry!*
* I really do still love the rain.